Nineteen years ago, Wang Aihua and Li’s mother gave birth in the same hospital. In order to let her biological daughter live a wealthy life in the Li family, Wang Aihua secretly swapped the two babies. Two years ago, the truth came to light. Wang Aihua pretended not to know anything and, relying on the excuse that she had raised the original host, demanded money from the Li family, taking shamelessness to the extreme.
After learning that their biological daughter had lived badly—virtually abused—the Li family would have been merciful not to take revenge on the Lin family. How could they possibly give them money? The Lin family thus came to resent the Li family and tried every possible way to get their hands on the Li family’s property.
Lin Yuzhu was unwilling to give up the Li family’s wealth and the marriage with the Fu family. She shamelessly stayed with the Li family, grew jealous of the Li family’s favoritism toward the original host, and worried that with Li Father and Li Mother backing her, the original host would reclaim her fiancé. After colluding with Wang Aihua and her husband, they reported—under the original host’s name—that English medical books were hidden in the Li family’s ceiling.
The Li family had been merchants for generations and were extremely wealthy. During wartime, most of the clan moved to Hong Kong to take refuge. As a result, the Li family was labeled as landlords, and Li Father and Li Mother were sent down.
Lin Yuzhu lay on the ground, blood at the corner of her mouth, completely terrified. She covered her face, tears streaming down, trembling with rage, unable to say a word, shaking her head over and over. “I… I didn’t…” On the surface she played the wronged victim; inside she ground her teeth with hatred toward Li Jiyue. This damned bitch hadn’t blackened so early in the previous life. Could it be that selling her job and forcing her to marry Liao Haiping had pushed her into blackening ahead of time? No matter what, in this life, the Fu family’s heir and Guangzhou’s future richest man could only be hers. Since she had been reborn, what was wrong with having both?
“Still saying you didn’t? Who was it just now who said she’d break up and give me my fiancé? Lying with a straight face. Lying at such a young age—fake, cheap, and stinking third wheel. And this gold bracelet is also from my Li family. Hand it over.” Li Jiyue roughly yanked the gold bracelet off her wrist, then slapped her again. “Slap!”
When Li Jiyue was reading the book, she already felt this female lead wasn’t any good either—on the surface she stopped the Lin family from bullying the original host, but behind the scenes she schemed in secret. The sale of the original host’s job and her forced registration for going to the countryside were all her doing.
Li Jiyue said, “You ugly, stupid, lazy trash—why are you still lying there? Waiting for me to deal with you? All you do all day is slack off and avoid work. Clean the living room thoroughly. When I come out later, if I see even a bit of dirt or mess, I’ll twist your heads off.”
With that, she walked toward Lin Yuzhu’s room and slammed the door shut with a “bang.”
The Lin family favored sons over daughters. Lin Yuzhu’s room was only slightly bigger than the storage room, but Lin Fugui’s and Lin Tianbao’s rooms were filthy, messy, and reeking—she was afraid she’d vomit the moment she stepped inside. Lin Yuzhu’s bed wasn’t much bigger than the one in the storage room, but at least it was cleaner, with pink bedding and a mosquito net. Even so, lying on it felt uncomfortable—hard wooden boards, nothing like the Simmons mattress she had in her previous life.
She suspected she had transmigrated into this book because she had sent the author 250 blades. The book had truly shocked her. Who reads a novel without wanting a perfect ending, only to be force-fed a pile of crap by the author?
In the original book, the original host failed to marry the male lead Fu Chunsheng and instead married the second male lead, Gu Jingcheng, who admired the female lead. With the help of her professor parents’ connections, she helped the second male lead become Guangzhou’s richest man. After becoming rich, the second male lead kept countless mistresses—second wives, third, fourth, fifth… The original host kicked out all the mistresses’ children. The second male lead retaliated by removing the original host’s uterus and half a kidney, breaking her legs, sending her to prison, and ordering inmates to abuse her, making her life worse than death.
You think that was the ending? No, no, no. Later, after the second male lead achieved fame and fortune, he arranged for a seductive beauty trained at a finishing school—curvy and alluring—to seduce the male lead. The male lead couldn’t resist, and because the female lead had miscarried and could no longer get pregnant, he succumbed to family pressure to continue the bloodline and cheated, secretly fathering several illegitimate children. Disappointed in him, the female lead was pursued by the second male lead, who seized the chance and married her, dismissing all the mistresses outside. Readers suspected the author was padding word count for money and suddenly switched to the second male lead taking over. The comment section was flooded with the “subway grandpa looking at phone” meme—utterly hard to judge. Fine, then don’t judge! In a fit of rage, she sent the author 250 million blades.
She was a top-tier heiress from the twenty-first century; money to her was just a number. Her grandparents were merchants, her maternal grandparents were renowned national physicians, her father was a domineering CEO, her mother the chairwoman of a hospital, her eldest brother a CEO, second brother a researcher, third brother a top idol in the entertainment industry, fourth brother a genius doctor, fifth brother a race car driver. She just wanted to eat, drink, and wait to die, but her medical-genius genes were discovered by chance, and she became a key national talent. After sending the blades, she went to sleep with a smile—and woke up transmigrated.
The original host had been registered to go to the countryside. If she really went, how would someone who couldn’t tell grains apart survive? If only her system from the previous life were here…
Suddenly, the gold bracelet reacted, emitting a burst of golden light that illuminated the dim room. Then a voice sounded in her mind:
“Damn it!”
“Your mother!”
Li Jiyue subconsciously replied with the code phrase.
System: “Host!”
Li Jiyue: “Doggie!”
System: “Host!”
“Doggie~” Li Jiyue’s voice choked, the ending drawn out.
When fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, tears fill their eyes. She wiped at the nonexistent tears at the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand. Doggie was her system. In her previous life, it was a breathing system—just breathing completed tasks. As long as you were alive, you had to breathe. Even easier than eating.
So it turned out that her system was also attached to the gold bracelet. Different people activated different systems. In her previous life, Lin Yuzhu had a “万人迷” (universal sweetheart) system—she just never realized it and thought it was her own charm. It made male lead one, male lead two, male lead three, four, five… as long as she showed even the slightest bit of favor, men would fall in love with her. They loved her ordinary looks and loved her “noble soul.”
System: “Host, let’s talk about something serious.”
“Mm, go ahead, I’m listening,” Li Jiyue replied absentmindedly.
This was too bizarre. Soul transmigration was already unbelievable enough, and now even the system had transmigrated with her. This wasn’t scientific at all. Forget it—things science couldn’t explain were theology.
Li Jiyue used her mind to enter the space. It was the large shopping mall under her name. In the mid‑1970s, when supplies were scarce and most people couldn’t even eat their fill, faces yellow and gaunt from hunger, she needed this—badly.
The basement level was a huge supermarket. The daily necessities section had mattresses, quilts, bedsheets, towels, bath towels, bedding, kitchenware, cleaning tools, facial cleansers, body wash, shampoo, skincare products, cosmetics…
The food and beverage section had all kinds of fresh vegetables, seasonal fruits, meat, seafood, fresh milk, yogurt, cooked foods, bread, cakes, biscuits, chips, chocolate, candy, nuts, preserved fruits. Bottled water, sodas, juices, tea drinks, coffee, milk, functional beverages…
The tobacco, alcohol, candy, and tea section carried all kinds of cigarette brands, liquor, candies, and teas…
The clothing, shoes, and hats section had clothes, shoes, and hats of all styles and sizes…
Home appliances included TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, as well as hair dryers, electric kettles, juicers…
The dry goods, grains, and oils section had dozens of varieties of rice, flour, cooking oils, plus all kinds of seasonings and dried goods…
The flowers, plants, and pet supplies section included fresh flowers, potted plants, pet food, toys…
The first floor had fashion clothing, shoes and bags, jewelry, cosmetics shops, and some specialty dining—McDonald’s, KFC, Starbucks, Luckin Coffee, Heytea, Nayuki, Mixue Bingcheng…
The second floor mainly had women’s wear, children’s clothing, underwear, and accessories. What pleased her most was that there were also several retro-style clothing stores, selling 1970s–80s Hong Kong–style fashion, as well as simple black, gray, and green outfits. Men’s, women’s, old and young—all available, almost identical to what people of this era wore…
The third floor was men’s clothing, sports gear, and casual wear, along with themed restaurants, trendy dining, and light snacks…
The fourth floor and above were mainly home goods, electronics, stationery and toys, dining areas, gyms, KTVs, and other leisure and entertainment facilities…
In the space, besides her mall, there was also her laboratory building, farm, medicinal fields, more than a dozen luxury villas, and dozens of luxury cars…
Perfect! With this cheat, she would definitely live better than anyone else.
Li Jiyue was immersed in her beautiful dream, treating the system’s nonstop chatter like background noise.
Suddenly, the system’s voice turned serious. “Host, there’s something very important.”
Li Jiyue snapped back to attention, casually grabbed a bag of chips and started eating. “Mm, go on.” Wang Aihua’s cooking was awful—she hadn’t eaten her fill. She stepped into the elevator, preparing to go over to the laboratory building next door.
The system continued, “Host, in a different space-time, system tasks are updated and reset, requiring a re-draw of missions. The task I drew this time is… childbirth. So our system has changed from the 21st-century Breathing System into a Childbearing System.”
Li Jiyue: “……”
A herd of grass-mud horses thundered across her head.
Fury exploded. She swore straight into the intercom, spewing profanity: “Fuck, Doggie! Believe it or not, I’ll smash your sweet-potato head! When you were drawing lots, were you slacking off taking a dump without washing your hands, or did you shit on your hands? I just praised you and you got full of yourself, huh? Believe it or not, I’ll go over right now and tear you into pieces!”
The system steward was an AI robot. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to rush to the laboratory building next door and drag it out to dismantle it.
She was a pure, unmarried young woman. In her previous life she was only twenty-five, a dual-degree master’s graduate in Chinese and Western medicine. In this life she was only nineteen. Her youth hadn’t even been dedicated to the country yet—and now it wanted her to have children? Outrageous!
The system panicked. “Host, calm down, calm down! Listen to my excuse—no, no… my explanation.”
Li Jiyue was on the verge of exploding and couldn’t wait another second. She rushed to the door and entered the password.
System prompt: Password incorrect!
Again—password incorrect!
She braced the door with her foot and yanked the handle with all her strength. The handle came off in her hand, the door still unopened. She hurled the handle at the intercom on the wall beside her. “Bang!” The intercom dodged quickly and wasn’t hit.
She put her hands on her hips, pointed over there, and shouted angrily, “Doggie, open the door for me.”